is this you?
im sitting here in the window of starbucks staring out the window waiting for you to walk by. you don’t. is this you? you’re wearing the standard new york uniform. black on black on black. white shoes of course, because you’re fashionable. you pass, we catch eyes. you keep walking. it’s not you. if it were you, you would have stopped. you would have looked at me like i was one of those puppies we saw playing in the window of that pet store on 8th avenue. no... if it were you. you would have come in instead of walking by.